Augustus Road

(Sorry, I have something to do in the morning, so I will continue to update twice today, at 2pm and 8pm)

You should know what a typical Roman woman did at home all day,

When her husband ignores her in bed,

The female slave in the bedroom is about to suffer from her murderous hands.

——Juvenalis "Satire"

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With a long horn, Mithridates, who was fully armored and in full military uniform, tremblingly mounted his divine horse. Several horse slaves were wrapping the horse's hooves in soft silk cloth, as if it would not be injured while running. Next to it stood a large group of cavalrymen below Takshile, with spears like a forest - Calabis, who was watching, could not believe how this horse was carrying the weight of the king of Pontus and running. Adiana was carrying the long spear. Long skirt, to congratulate my father on leading the army to victory.

"Good girl, I'm going to do it myself. What these humble soldiers want to see most is a noble commander doing the same thing as them." Mithridates even spoke with a heavy breathing sound,

"Please don't castrate Calabis. He is my arm and I want him to be healthy." Adiana asked, looking up at her father.

Mithridates was surprised that his daughter would talk to him about such a trivial matter, but he was unwilling to put his mind on it now. After putting on the golden helmet, he blew a kiss to his daughter, and then the divine horse roared. Hiss, like the surging roar of a racing car engine, mixed with smoke and dust, he and the rest of the cavalry, carrying the King of Pontus, rushed to the front line.

"Your Excellency, I'm thinking about what to do if I can't bear the pain during the castration operation of Timotheus." After seeing the Pontus cavalry leaving like cirrus clouds, Karabis's black hair was dancing wildly. , half-kneeling in front of Adiana, asked calmly.

Adiana rubbed her hands and began to pace back and forth again. Calabis understood that this meant that she was thinking about the problem seriously, but after not pacing for too long, she handed Calabis something: a gold-encrusted Enamel pendant box. "Put it on, Karabis."

"What is this, a reward for castrating me?"

"Listen, Karabis, even if you are castrated, you must still be by my side. You will always be my slave and my teammate - Hyperida, you and Uteris. I You don't want to die miserably and humbly like your mother, without even the ability to resist. This is a special pendant, which contains the most poisonous liquid. If you really can't bear the operation, just open the small cover on it. Pour this thing into your mouth and show your loyalty to me by dying.”

Calabis's hands were trembling as he held up the small and exquisite enamel pendant. Adiana glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, this liquid was prepared by my father himself. Mitra is the best." With a family that is proficient in poison, you won’t suffer much.”

"What a happy slave, your master must care about you very much." This voice was made by Obisius, who was eavesdropping on the side with his hands in his hands. The old man smiled sinisterly, "However, I found an insignificant thing. Question, what is locked in the carriage over there seems to be the slave girl of Your Excellency Princess Nesa, her name is Poti, right? Since Princess Wang died in the rebellion, why is she not dead yet, and why did she go out of her way to put her there? Is she locked up?" After saying that, the old man laughed dryly.

"Obisius, you used to be a musician in the theater. You should know that making discordant sounds in the established time will ruin the entire performance." Adiana stepped forward and looked at Obisius. , "Do you still expect your daughter to guarantee your eternal power, you bastard?"

"Don't dare." Obisius continued to laugh dryly, lowered his voice, shrank his neck, looked extremely frightened, and his tone was still indescribably disgusting, "But I am also a person who serves the emperor. There is only the master, and as long as it is not good for the master, he can’t help but say a few words. In this regard, your little Calabis and I are the same, right? "

At this time, the sound of mountains collapsing and seas cracking came from the front. Mithridates dismounted himself, led his elite troops, and approached the outer wall of the Roman camp with the arrows whizzing from behind. "Soldiers, look at you." The emperor, your commander, is holding a weapon and standing with you!" The appearance of Mithridates aroused the fierce fighting mood of the Pontus soldiers, and they gathered around the emperor. Struggling to raise the shield in their hands to protect the holy him, the crowd was like the rising tide of the sea, ferociously trying to overwhelm the small fortress of Apis and submerge it.

But Mithridates' attire was too conspicuous. He had put great effort into it. The gold-inlaid armor, scarlet cloak, leopard-head-style helmet, and tassels on his belt all showed that the coach was on the front line. The heroic act inspired the confidence of the soldiers who climbed the city, but his subordinates could see him, and the Romans could naturally see him. However, Mithridates was surrounded by at least thirty elite guard soldiers holding bronze shields, layer upon layer. Facing the wall is very safe.

"Ella!" On a protruding platform at the corner of the Roman camp, Helenputina waved her hand and shouted - Amazon's "Storm Ella" screamed strangely and threw out the weapon in her hand. The huge lead ball, like a cannonball, stirred and rolled on the water surface composed of densely packed heads and shields below, carrying brains and bones and blood, jumped a few times, jumped dozens of meters away, and hit Mitrada. On the bronze shield of the guard next to the ladder, many shields were scattered like pieces of paper, and one of them cut off Mithridates' forehead. He shouted, shaking his huge and fat body, and flashed in front of him eye-catchingly. In front of El Capa's crossbow, there was a subtle buzzing sound, and an arrow with half of its tail feathers cut off made a steady spiral movement, drawing a long and curved arc in the air, piercing On Mithridates' brow.

The body of the Pontic king fell like a hill, and the sea of ​​Pontic formations stirred up. The guards once again raised layers of copper shields to block the pouring of Roman stones and arrows. More than twenty people below The strong slave desperately dragged his master's body outside, and his attendants wielded long swords and killed the fleeing soldiers to open a passage for their master. Mithridates' divine horse ran towards him neighing. The four slaves dragged him out with all their strength and put him on the back of the divine horse. The black mane of the divine horse was fluttering, and then it carried its master and rushed away. A formation of thousands of people came straight to the camp.

"The King of Pontus has been shot to death!" the Roman soldiers cheered. The two centurions on the front wall jumped down and rushed into the Pontus siege team to kill them. The news of the monarch's death was like a rapid plague. Like this, it quickly spread throughout the entire army. The soldiers' original admiration for the king's heroic deeds was soon replaced by the panic of losing the king. Archers, slingers, shield bearers, and spearmen left their posts in batches and collapsed like an ebbing tide.

On the sand in the center of the camp, countless attendants and horse slaves gathered around the divine horse. They used gentle stretchers to carefully lift the body of the King of Pontus from the horse and place it on the ground. Stratoni Si and Adiana both ran up crying and hugged their father's body. Blood was flowing from his eyes and forehead, and his expression and appearance could not be seen clearly. Several doctors were busy, while the general held the doctor's hand and shouted loudly, "Can your Majesty be saved?" The whole scene was extremely bad.

Calabis on one side looked at the scene sideways, saying, "Let's go, let's go, let's go," and then slowly moved towards Poti's car...

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